Didn’t Van Gogh start like this?

You know…. I could understand the partying, the need for underwear and even being friends with Paris Hilton (although that one was a stretch). But now our girl Britney has finally put her mouse ears beyond redemption.

Someone needs to lead Britt back to the Lord. And there also needs to be someone that talks to her and gets her to talk about what’s really going on. Not wearing panties, hanging out with that dumber than a box-a-rocks porn star, and shaving your head are just activites that show she’s trying to dodge her real issues.

There also needs to be someone in her life that doesn’t just do any and everything that she wants. She needs someone to act like a parent not just say they’re one and roll over for her like everyone else in her life does.

I don’t understand why everyone cares about Britney’s haircuts and two low-life scavenger dudes fighting over the body of some rich ex-pin up girl? Although I’m writing about it so I’m only adding to the problem. And with that I’ll close.